Eejo

"Ai mele..."

He stood. That was the best thing to do. That was actually his third attempt before he could make sanity of how he was supposed to stand. He had tried in the first place and had fell facedown into the water over and over again.

Happened that his claws would dig into the moist earth beneath the water which was incapable of holding his weight.

But at last, he was able to make meaning of the insanity as he staggered on his feet. He wasn't exhausted, but he felt like he needed a rest.

He wasn't used to resting. He was more of the jacky. More of an unrelenting jacky. Though he had no sane idea what that meant.

He was simply savoring the atmosphere. Back in the underworld, he could go on working for several darkness-shifts without rustic rest.